Benjamin Jones stood upright, staring at the drunken woman in front of him. His usually stern, expressionless face seemed even colder in the winter night, but the slight tremble at the bottom of his eyes betrayed his true emotions, "Anything else?"
"And also..." Catherine Ford looked up, trying hard to think, but she slipped, falling towards the ground. In the next moment, her waist was caught by a large hand. She looked up with drunken eyes, her gaze landed on the man's pale pink lips, and she suddenly laughed foolishly, her fingertip touching his lips, "And also… so soft."
Benjamin's body involuntarily shivered uncontrollably, as he grasped Catherine's delicate wrist, "Do you know what you are doing?"
"Touching you." Gone was her usual cautiousness when sober, Catherine was now extremely bold, considering it was just a dream, she didn't need to take responsibility.
The man, hearing her response, had his eyes swirling deep with unseeable emotions, "Say that again?"
